My daughter wanted to start dating this kid named Kyle. She met him in her Ceramic Arts class, at the community college. Naturally I wanted to meet this Kyle, and make sure that he would be a good choice for my precious little Princess.
After a few weak protestations from my daughter, she agreed to set up a meeting. That Friday afternoon, I met Kyle at the coffee shop near the campus. He looked a little weird, with spiky hair and a gangly body, but these days I suppose that's considered "normal."
He saw me wave him over to the table and came over to sit down. "Your Mr. Grant, right?" he asked.
"That's right," I said, offering my hand. He shook it and took his seat.
We chatted idly over a couple of cappuccinos for a few minutes. He explained that he had a job, didn't get into drugs, and was basically and honest kid. Then I turned the conversation toward the topic I was most interested in...
"So, Kyle," I said, lowering my voice, "have you had sex with my little girl?"
The kid nearly choked on his coffee. "Uh, no," he said, "not yet."
"I see," I said, grunting. "And why not?" I asked, looking him in the eye.
He seemed puzzled. "Sir?"
I glanced around, making a show of checking for eavesdroppers. "Confidentially," I said in a low voice, "if I were you, I would have fucked the shit out of her, by now." I took a casual sip of my cappuccino, leaning back in my chair.
Kyle shook visibly, as he considered his response. "This is a test, isn't it?"
"Hm? A test?" I said, innocently. "Why would I do that?"
Kyle leaned forward, glaring at me. "Don't jerk me around, Mr. G! Why else would you make such a strange comment?" He sat back. "I haven't had sex with Marcie," he stated flatly. "I haven't had sex with anyone for two months." He lowered his eyes and sipped his drink.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "You poor kid," I said. "What's wrong, don't women find you exciting?" He looked up with a questioning look in his eyes. "Your not gay, are you?"
"Look, Mr. Grant," said Kyle, "this is getting kind of weird." He stood up. "If you don't want me to date your daughter, just say so."
I stood up and tossed a few bills on the table as the teenager stood fuming. I turned to him and chuckled lightly. "Relax, my boy," I said. "Come with me. Let's go for a drive." I put an arm on his shoulder and led the boy out to my car.
We drove around the campus and the nearby park, as we talked. I told Kyle that, yes, in a way, I had been testing him. "However," I explained, "there is something I need to know."
"What's that, Mr. G?"
"Would you think me a monster, if I told you that I had sexual fantasies about Marcie?"
Kyle hesitated before responding. "Not really," he said. "She is a really hot girl... I guess that would be natural." Then he asked, "Have you?"
"Well," I answered, "as you said, it's only natural. She is a hot girl." I turned into the parking lot of the park. We got out and went to sit at the bench by the duck pond. I continued, "Ever since my wife left, I have been having these dreams... About Marcie."
"Oh, I see," said Kyle. "So, you haven't been getting any, since your wife left?"
"Put flatly, yes," I said, frowning at the boy. "I haven't been 'getting any'." I told Kyle about my sexual fantasies regarding Marcie, and he listened carefully. "So, you see, Kyle," I went on, "what I want to know is; would you mind if I peeked in, when you and Marcie, you know, did it...?"
"Wow," the boy said. "I've never had a father ask that before." He seemed to consider my request. "I guess that would be okay."
"Good," I said, slapping the boy's leg. I stood up, heading back to the car. "Of course, Marcie must not know about this. It'll be our little secret."
Kyle fell in step beside me and asked, "So, when do you want to do this? ...and where?"
"Tonight," I said, opening the car door. "I can come over to your place. Just give me the address, and your cell number." We drove back to the campus, where I dropped Kyle off at class. "Don't forget," I said, putting my finger to the side of my nose, "Mum's the word."
Kyle waved and walked away, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. I drove home feeling a sense of exhilaration. I could feel my dick getting hard, just anticipating the upcoming event. When I got home, I changed into my bathrobe and sat in my big comfy chair with a beer. My mind wandered into another sexual fantasy.
I imagined Marcie, coming home from school and finding me sitting in my favorite chair. She came to me and sat in my lap. As she gave me a big, wet kiss, I ran my hand up her thigh, only to discover that she wore no panties under her short skirt.
I stroked myself as I imagined fingering Marcie's wet little hole. She stopped kissing me long enough to remove her T-shirt, exposing her pert little breasts. I sucked a tiny nipple into my mouth as I continued to explore her shaved mound. My daughter moaned, "Oh, Daddy... I wish you would put that big tool of yours in my..."
The doorbell rang, jerking me out of the fantasy. Cursing and tying my bathrobe, I went to the door. "What is it?" I barked at the young man standing outside.
Startled, the delivery boy held out a brown sack with dark stains around the bottom. "You order Chinese food?" he said, cautiously.
"No," I said curtly, slamming the door. I opened the door and yelled, "Boy!" When he returned, looking scared, I asked, "What have you got there?"
He looked at the delivery slip and said, "Kung Pao Chicken and a side of Egg Rolls."
